"Do you love me?" the young boy asked sprawled across the bed
naked. A smile plaster face as he sat up now watching me with
deep green eyes.

"Of course I do babe." the lie came quicker then my thought.
Leaning back against the bed post,I removes a cigarette from the
dresser placing it in my mouth. The nicotine course throughout my
taste buds with sensation. Dying to tasted it,I lit the cig
,taking a drag and let it out slowly. Flavoring it.

'We must continue this story with no-end. No-matter what we'll
always came back to this fairy-tale. 'I thought to mysekf .He was
the boy who would tend to the sheep in anyway. As I played the
big bad wolf .It was always the same. The boy would come to the
pasture to watch over the sheep only to ended up in the wolfs
gentle touch. Never did it change.

"You think mother will find out?" he asked tilting his head to
the right.

I blinked for a moment thinking about the boy's mother. The
action's that would be taken if she found out about this little
thing could land me in a not so nice place. I hesitated before
speaking not showing slightest fear I felt. "No she'll never find
out." I said.

For seventeen years the boy and I would return to our fairytale
story behind the wall.Season's soon started to change and the boy
grew up tired of the stories.He slowly became less interested
till it just stop. He forgot our little story moving on to
others. I felt empty now. I've grown some-what cold to pleasure.
I long for the story once more to continue .Waiting till the boy
was alone,I begged him to finish it. To have a ending,but he
refused looking at me now disguised. He watched me with hollow
threats in his eyes.

"Fuck you.I hate what you did to me." he whisper one day across
the table so mother couldn't hear.

"You stop playing the arrogant little boy.You enjoyed it." I
answer back forking my peas finding my hungry much need in other
things.

"I was only ten.You took adavange of me." he scream a unnoticed
threat as he push from the table removing himself.

"Go see what's wrong with him please hunny." his mother words
seem to echo from the ticking clock in the dinning hall.

Nodding,I stand up taking my plate to the kitchen placing it in
the sink sighing.I breath heavily knowing that I had to fix this
even through I was the last person he wanted to see.Sucking up
all the courage I could muster, I exit the kitchen making for the
boys room just down the hall.

"What do I do? He keeps being me to continue the story from my
child-hood,but I can't anymore.It's disguising and wrong." I hear
a voice come from the living room just left of me.

A pause concede to that he was talking on the phone with
someone.I felt a sudden rage sweep my body making my head hurt
badly. 'He told someone?After our promise to never breath a word
to anyone about it?!' I couldn't control my feet as they moved
into the living room out of sherd anger.

"Got to go.Bye .I love you too.' he hung up the phone looking to
me in a way that made it look as if I was some fleshy monster
coming to visited him. "What do you want?" he asked in a cold
tone.

My next move cause shock to race through both our veins.With a
strong force,my hands move across his face hard leaving behind a
red streak.The sound of skin hitting skin dissect the room in a
tense atmoshepre.

"How fucking dare you tell someone else what had happen in that
room between us.You swore to secertice." I couldn't stop the rage
from taking control over me leaving a small part of me which pity
him.

At first silence proceed to press the wall in a falling motion
stopping at a suffocating angle. He stare at me for what seem to
be a hour considering that monster I had become to him. Sighing
the boy stood up and vanish from within the room. I just stood
there soaking in my own anger balling my fist till my palms
bleed.

'How could he till someone?How many know of what happen?What
version have he told them?' I thought condersidering murdering
the boy to end it all.But that would only complex the situation
at hand so I place that aside.Consume within my own world of
thought,I almost didn't realize my wife entering the room.

"Wham!!" the sound dance horizontally off the icy windows. "How
could you?How could you lay a finger on our boy you prev?" she
yelled at me stepping a few feet back looking at the floor
now.

"Baby I swear that nothing happen.His lying to get..."She cut me
off before I had a chance to go on.
"Don't call me that ever again.I am not your baby anymore.You
sexually assaulted our son when he was ten and continue to. Now
your hitting him? Why? Huh?You know what I can't talk to you
right now.Just save it for the cops. I already called them.' she
said to me moving near the fire place watching the fire.

The boy come in leaning against the archway watching the
commotion with a half smirk upon his face.I hung my head in shame
knowing that she was right.I should of never started the story in
the first place.My reason was in-attentional I assure you,but I
shouldn't have done this to my own son.I fell on the couch
placing my head within my head.

"So it's over then?This is the ending you've chosen.?" I directed
my question to the boy.

"This is the end Taylor." she answered.

It was about nine-thirty when the cops had show up looking at us
all.Looking to the boy they ask him to tell them what had happen
starting when he was twelve.I sat and listen to him weave in and
out of the story making me the badest wolf of them all. From the
before school session to the mid-night hunger I sounded like
nothing more then the wolf who had come to destroy the boys
innocents.Once the boy was finished,the cops had handcuff me and
move me to the back of their car.I knew what happened now. For
the last time in my life,I saw my son the boy waving good-bye to
the wolf.

Five Years Later
I lay upon my bunk in my cell listening to the men around me yell
and cuss at each other.I've grown use to it by now never
excepting peace in the first place.My mind seem to had drift from
this cell into a world outside where I was free with a new
life.No bars to hold me back.No three square meals of gross stuff
a day.My thought was soon interrupted when the guard bang my gate
announcing I had a letter. Learning to never question ,I move to
the bars taking my letter thanking the guard as he walked away.It
was white with no return address what so ever.On the right side
of the posted was a stamp of a Santa holding a bottle of
coke-cola. Turning it over,I tore it open dropping the envelop on
the floor. On the paper was nice hand writing I've seem only once
in my life time.But it wasn't the writing which got me.It was the
words. Scribbled in neat letters where three words and a
name.